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acr3ss-the-cosmos · 3 months

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To Catch An Aeon's Gaze

Lan, The Reignbow Arbiter, and Yaoshi, The Plagues Author.

These are the two Aeons that the children of the Xianzhou Alliance are most familiar with, as they are so intrinsically tied to the Alliance's history spanning many millennia. That was not to say that children did not learn about the other Aeons in their schooling. In fact, the history of the Aeons was a required subject: Their names, their titles, the Paths they represented, and their Emanators; mortals who were acknowledged by an Aeon and granted permission to draw power from their given Path. Needless to say, it was a subject that many school children were intrigued with.

However, a young Bai Chenhua held a rather neutral view on the Aeons.

She, being a citizen of the Xianzhou, was a follower of Lan as most of her people were, as it's relentless pursuit of the Plagues Author and it's Abominations was (and still is) a near constant factor of her life. But, she didn't spend much time dwelling on them. They were entities far beyond mortal comprehension, after all, and it wasn't like she could ever catch the gaze of such a being.

Or so she thought...

The sounds of tiny, faint mewling reached Chenhua's sensitive ears as she walked home from school on that fateful day. She looked around trying to pinpoint the noise when she heard it again, and her eyes locked onto a small gray bundle cowering in an alleyway. It was a kitten, shrinking itself away from a group of crows that had ganged up on the poor creature.

As a small Fennekian girl on the cusp of adolescence, Chenhua was not physically strong by any means, but that did not stifle her compassionate and protective spirit. Her friends and loved ones were not the only recipients of her defensive nature -- for she wished to help even the smallest of creatures. This kitten would be no different.

Chenhua did not hesitate to run into the alleyway, shouting at the birds to leave the kitten alone. The crows scattered and fled at the sound of her voice and footfalls, and the little grimalkin slowly blinked it's big blue eyes up at its protector. Smiling softly, she knelt onto the ground and reached out her hand to gently stroke underneath the kitten's chin with a finger.

"You don't have to worry anymore, kitty. You're safe now."

That's when it happened.

A sudden flash of pure white light startled Chenhua, and she squeezed her eyes shut to prevent them from damage. Several long moments passed before she dared to open her eyes again, but to her bewilderment, she was no longer in the alleyway. In it's place, however, was something that was nothing short of shocking and awe-inspiring. She let out a sharp gasp.

Towering over her like a giant stone sentry, was none other than the Firmamend Author -- the Amber Lord.

Qlipoth, the Preservation.

The entity had no real face to speak of, but Chenhua could still somehow sense that they were looking down upon her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was as if a great sun had shone it's intense light upon the child's face, and yet Chenhua's eyes were not blinded. Golden, honey-colored amber glowed throughout Qlipoth's body as it raised a massive rocky arm towards her, and the sun that acted as it's face intensified in brightness until Chenhua's vision turned white. The Firmamend Author was gone as quickly as they appeared, and the girl found herself back in the alleyway, still kneeling on the ground with the tiny gray kitten purring up at her.

Chenhua's heart pounded loudly inside her ribcage as her mind reeled with what had just occurred. Why would Qlipoth turn their gaze upon her? From what she knew from her studies, they cared little about the affairs of mortals. And didn't the Aeons only turn their gazes onto strong people?; those who were powerful enough to fight against enemies or protect the ones they loved? Chenhua was nowhere near powerful.

So... why her? Why had the simple act of rescuing a kitten from a flock of crows drawn Qlipoth's gaze onto her -- a sweet, little Fennekian girl with a heart bigger than her own body could contain?

Chenhua didn't know the answer.

She didn't tell her parents what she saw in that alleyway -- something that was unlike her, as Chenhua always loved to talk about her day to them. Her mother and father were loving and understanding, but still... would they believe her if she told them she caught an Aeon's gaze?

Even now in her adulthood, Chenhua still ponders why she was chosen to tread upon the Path of Preservation. Was there some bigger purpose to it all, or maybe, despite Qlipoth's indifference to humanity, they simply deemed that single, selfless act of kind protectiveness worthy of their acknowledgement?

...Chenhua still doesn't know the answer, and perhaps it is something she'll never know the answer to. Even so, she tries her best to be a protector, a shelter, a steadfast presence to those around her. After all, it's who she is, with or without an Aeon's blessing, and that is something truly beautiful.

#about; (LITTLE FOX)#drabble tag tbd #((heehoo lemme just drop off this new chenhua lore for you all))#((truth be told I've been mulling over this idea for quite some time))#((and it partially came from when I first came up with chenhua's concept that if she were playable she'd be a preservation character))#((I wanted to incorporate that into her story and now I think it suits her really well))#((this took me like.. . 2 days to draft up bc I really wanted to make sure I got the proper words out))#((but I'm still kind of nervous ashfgds))#((but YEEEEE preservation chenny))

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skyhawkstragedy · 2 years

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The besties twist would have been more well received if it were randomized. Sure people would have been screaming production interference but that’s literally every 10 minutes of this show.

Imagine the gags if pairs were announced and they were all guy girl, things would have been much more entertaining and interesting since now the house has to figure out who to sacrifice

It really could have been something and it just wasn’t

#bb24 #why did production let them pick like they’ve had 14 days to mull this over #we wanted to see DRAMA #like imagine indy and turner as a pair she would have gone ballistic #they could have done something to actually draw viewers because we’re all suckers for drama #this is not dramatic… quite the opposite #lemme in that production team I will craft a better show than the monkeys they have on staff

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auteurdelabre · 2 months

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As long as you want - Part 2 - Joel!Miller x f!Reader

pairing: Joel!Miller x f!Reader

words: 4.5k

Rating: PG13 (some adult themes)

Summary: You try to ignore the growing attraction you feel for Joel Miller as he shows you his softer side.

Tags: Enemies to friends/lovers, Fluff, Mutual Pining, mentions of pain medication, stubborn reader, Joel POV in parts, Tooth-Rotting sweetness in parts, allusions of male masturbation/fantasy, sexual tension, NO y/n.

a/n: Originally gonna be a one-shot but y'all wanted more and I can't say no to ya!

Dedicated to @katiexpunk once more because there's a good chance if she didn't reach out to me the other day, I was about to quit tumblr altogether.

part ONE here

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You wake with a start hours later. The blanket over you feels heavy and the ache in your ribs is sharp. You squirm to relieve the pressure and pause when the sound of light breathing reaches your ears.

You're not alone in your bed.

Your eyes crack open to see a familiar face tilted towards you. Eyes shut languidly, mouth parted, face slack with sleep.

Joel Miller.

Up this close you can see the bits of grey in his beard and moustache, the lines at the corner of his closed eyes, the gold of his skin.

His jacket is slung over yours on the chair and a quick glance down tells you he's taken off his boots and is sleeping on top of the covers. As you take this in you also see that your hand is clasped in his, fingers laced.

How did Joel fucking Miller end up in your bed? And how did your hand end up wrapped up in his?

You want to mull on this further but the acute ache in your ribs has started to throb. You let out a small whimper at the pain and like he's been shot Joel jerks his head up from the pillow, awake like a broad-shouldered bear, bleary -eyed and blinking. You drag your hand back from his loosened grip.

"You in pain?" Joel murmurs voice thick and mind fuzzy with sleep. He licks his dry lips, clearing his throat. "Need me to grab you another pill?"

The way he speaks is so casual, as if the two of you were lovers waking from a dreamy night together. So opposite to what you really are: two people who can barely stand each other.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Miller?" You snap sharply.

Miller.

No more Joel. No more soft eyes and softer smile for him. As Joel suspected the pill did a number on you and you can't remember much. You don't remember begging him for a kiss and asking Joel to lay with you. You don't remember your murmured acknowledgement that you felt better with him nearby.

It's back to how it's always been.

Joel manages to swallow his disappointment before clamoring off the bed, hearing the cheap springs creak in your mattress as he does.

"Sorry about that," he says gruffly as he pulls on his boots. "Was just tired I guess."

"I'm sure your own bed is perfectly adequate," you snap, the pain making you even more irritable than usual. You hiss, holding your side. Joel frowns.

"I'll head out, just lemme grab you a pill first."

"Just g-"

"Quit it," Joel insists roughly. "You're in pain and this'll only take a sec."

His head is woozy from waking so abruptly. He blinks again before he spots your jeans on the floor. You watch him crouch down, pulling the small white pill from the pocket before he comes back to you, the small pill balanced on one wide fingertip.

"Take it," he instructs.

But you're in too much pain to move, to take it from him. You're also too proud to admit it, hating that he's already seen you in such a vulnerable state. You want him to leave so he doesn't witness more of your wincing and the way your face is gone sickly pale with perspiration beading at your forehead.

"Just leave it on the table."

"You need it now. I can see you're hurtin'."

"Joel just-"

He takes advantage of your mouth open in complaint, slipping his finger between your parted lips and placing the pill onto your tongue as your mouth closes around his forefinger in surprise.

The sensation of Joel's wide finger on your tongue startles you into silencing, lips quickly circling his digit. Joel forces his focus to your eyes, knowing if he sees your lips around his finger he's going to lose it.

You feel his heavy gaze on you as he towers above you standing next to the bed. You watch the way his eyes seem to grow darker.

"Swallow."

Your own pupils blow wide at the rasped order. He feels the soft of your tongue dabbing against the pad of his finger.You stare up at him in shock before you feel the pill being pressed to your tongue and only then do you swallow.

Satisfied Joel slides his finger out of your mouth before letting it rest on the plump flesh of your lower lip.

His eyes never leave yours.

"Frustratin' woman," Joel murmurs, finger lingering on your lower lip as he stares at you. Your cheeks heat as your eyelids flutter briefly.

Then suddenly he's walking away from you, his hand stretching before turning into a fist. You watch his tall form lope out of your bedroom and then he's gone from sight.

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Kiss me again, Miller.

The words haunt him. The memory of your lips snagged between his own. The way you'd sighed as you snuggled up against him.

How is he supposed to forget that? How is he supposed to pretend things haven't changed?

He throws the front door open, thankful it's empty. Ellie must be at school. He goes to pour himself a drink, even though it's a bit early for it.

He can still feel your tongue against his finger, the way your mouth was so warm and wet and fuck... He's so hard he can't stand it.

He moves to his bedroom, his breathing labored as he shucks off his jeans and shirt, collapsing onto the bed with a growl.

He takes himself in hand and tries to picture you and your soft mouth. The mattress squeaks under him as he starts fisting himself to the memory of your murmured confession, to the sensation of your mouth under his.

I've wanted to kiss you for so long, Miller.

But it doesn't work, he can't get there no matter how much he strokes and focuses. You weren't yourself when you told him that. You weren't in your right mind when you kissed him. It doesn't feel right.

He lets himself go with a frustrated growl. And even as he pulls his clothes on and goes about his day he can't get you out of his mind.

There's a softness to you that he's uncovered. Something you keep hidden. Something he desperately wants to unearth in you again without the aid of pain medication. But then he remembers the horror on your face as you found him in your bed and he feels the shame suffuse him.

"Stop it," he tells himself as he heads out into the cold. "Just stop it."

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The night moves sluggishly with you attempting to nap for most of it, your pain pill thankfully knocking you out for most of it. You wake to the rap of your front door.

"Come in," you offer hoarsely.

You hear tentative footsteps and try to swallow down the pain blooming in your ribs. Gemma is at your door with a bowl of what smells like soup and smiling gently. You notice that her hair is flecked with fresh snow.

"Hi there," she says approaching you. "Thought I'd check in on my patient."

You try to bring yourself to a sitting position but end up crying out. Gemma places the soup on your bedside table, her hand flying to your forehead before she's gently moving up your shirt, eyeing your bruise.

"No fever, thankfully. Swelling is as expected." Her eyes flick to your agonized expression. "Pain bad?"

"I'll survive."

"Good thing Joel was in the stables with you yesterday morning."

"Mhmm."

That's all you'll offer. You have no desire to tell her about waking up to finding the man in your bed.

You feel your stomach gurgle as the scent of the soup wafts over to you. Gemma gives a sympathetic look before passing you the other pillow.

"Squeeze this. I'm gonna sit you up."

You do so; a yelp of pain is bitten back before you're propped up in your bed against the pillows. You're still at an angle but it's do-able. Gemma brings a chair to the side of your bed, eyes alighting to your face.

She does a few more examinations, fingers pressing against your side, her cold stethoscope pressing into your sternum.

She produces an ice pack wrapped in fabric that she presses to your bruised flesh. You yelp at the sensation despite her warning that it will be cold.

"Sorry," she says ducking her head. "I know it's chilly. Gotta wear this twenty minutes, two times a day. Keeps the bruising down."

"Fine."

"You been drinking fluids?"

"Yep," you lie. You have No desire to share with her that the reason you're not drinking is because then you'd have to get up to pee. And the thought of getting up out of this bed seems torturous.

"Looks like its just rest you need then," she tells you as she digs around in her pocket. "Now I brought some more pills-"

"I'm not taking any more pills," you interrupt her firmly, even as sweat beads at your temple.

She goes to reply when there's another knock sounds at the door.

Who is it now? The fucking Jackson City welcoming committee?

"Come in," you sigh.

You hear the scuffle of heavy boots and your heart jumps when Joel appears at the door. He's holding a bowl of soup, the same as Gemma. Almost immediately you feel the air change when your eyes land on his before they skitter away anxiously.

"Uh, thought you might be hungry." Joel glances over at Gemma. "How's the patient?"

"She's fine," you snap.

"Stubborn," Gemma sighs. "She won't take the pain pills."

"You barely have any," you say to her, ignoring Joel standing awkwardly in your bedroom doorframe.

"Well if you'd let me finish you'd know we learned about a shipment delivered in Teton Village," Gemma tells you patiently. "Gonna grab it when the snow clears."

Joel perks up when he hears that. He can see by the blanching of your face and the way you're gripping the bed sheets that you're in a lot of pain. But you're scowling at the news, not looking the least bit impressed with Gemma's news.

"That could be weeks with the snow," you inform her. "The snow is brutal this time of year, not to mention the freezing winds. No one is gonna wanna go out to get it."

"But the point is we have a supply on route," Gemma argues. “So you can take these.”

"And when that shipment is brought back to Jackson and we see how much is in it, I'll take some pills then."

"You're in pain," she tells you firmly. "A lot of it."

"I'd be in more pain if I knew I was taking everything from the community," you snap back.

The pain is not just in your ribs, it feels like it's everywhere. Your head is throbbing, your body aching and you want everyone to just fuck off.

"You need sleep to heal-"

"You really wanna help me?" You grunt out through waves of pain. "Send me over some booze so I can get shitfaced and pass out."

Gemma can tell there's no reasoning with you.

"I got whiskey at mine," Joel offers softly to Gemma. "I can bring it over if she needs it."

"She doesn't need whiskey," Gemma sighs. "She needs medication so she can get proper sleep and start to heal."

"I'm right here," you grumble, hating how they're talking about you as if you don't exist. You slam your eyes shut.

"If you're not getting me whiskey I'd like to politely ask you both to leave so I can sleep."

You hear the two of them pausing, likely exchanging exasperated looks before you hear their dual footsteps head out the door.

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Hours later your side hurts so fucking much that you're almost tempted to crawl over to the Jackson clinic and beg for those pills but you stop yourself. You did this to yourself; you went into that fucking pen.

Taking all the community's painkillers would be so impossibly selfish a thing to do because of your own stupid actions. You can't do it. Maybe when the new shipment of medication comes by.

There's a gentle rap at the door and desperation is making you consider asking whomever is at the door to get you some dinner. You're starving and so thirsty. Your mouth is like a desert. It's so dry you can barely call out to whoever is standing outside your door.

There's another knock and you can only offer a mournful sound of pain in reply. You hear the door opening and those familiar heavy footsteps thud to your bedroom.

He's so broad, so tall, so serious looking. His shoulders nearly take up the frame of your door.

"What do you want Miller?" You croak.

"Nothin'," he replies in that familiar raspy tone of his, like dry leaves in autumn.

"You sure?" You sneer. "Thought you might be coming over for another slumber party."

Joel's cheeks go pink at that but he just swallows and comes to take the seat Gemma left beside the bed earlier in the day.

"Nah I'm all rested up," he tells you smirking. It's then that you notice the amber colored bottle in his left hand. Your brows rise.

"Is that whiskey?"

Joel nods. "You got clean glasses?"

"Glasses yes," you wince as you squirm and feel a stab of pain go through you. "Clean? Unsure."

Joel smiles before his attention is drawn to the two soups at your bedside table, still untouched because you can't move enough to get at them.

"You eat yet?"

"No."

Joel nods before he replaces the soup bowls with the whiskey bottle and strides from your room.

"What're you doing?"

"Gonna reheat it."

"Just hand me the whiskey bottle."

You know you sound petulant but you don't care. You want something that will help take the edge off.

"You're in no position to be givin' orders," Joel tells you over his shoulder as he approaches your small hotplate.

He looks around your space, finding his lips curling into an amused smile. He didn't really notice the other day but your kitchen is a disaster. Bowls, plates and forks are piled on top of each other in the sink. Your counters are littered with crumbs and pencils and odds and ends.

"Your place is a mess," he calls out to you.

"Yeah well I've been sort of busy the last twenty four hours," you snap back loudly. "Haven't exactly had much time for housekeeping."

Joel huffs a quiet laugh to himself before moving to look at your cooking surfaces.

Your hotplate is in decent shape, probably because you take most of your meals in the dining hall. He knows because he often finds you eating with Ellie there. The two of you get along well. You're one of the few people she seems to stand without too much trouble.

Joel catches sight of himself in the reflection of the kitchen window. He sees the gentle smile on his face before commanding it into a frown.

Why the fuck am I here? She can barely stand me.

But he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. He needs to know you're okay, needs to know you're being taken care of. He knows you live alone, that you're more stubborn than he is and he's been anxious all day that you've needed help.

That you've needed him.

Back in your bedroom you hear Joel moving things in your kitchen, locating a pot, finding a mixing spoon (when he does you hear him mumbling to himself and then the tap running).

Eventually he comes back with the soup in one of your clean bowls and a spoon. He looks at you critically laying half wedged before he puts the bowl on the table.

"Hold the pillow to your stomach."

You want to argue that you can eat perfectly fine like that but the smell of the tomato soup has your mouth watering. You do as he says, holding the pillow tightly to your midsection.

Your eyes widen as Joel leans over the bed, wrapping his muscled arms around you by the middle, holding you tightly to him to keep you stabilized, the pillow between you.

"Gonna help you scoot up," he murmurs at your temple. "Ready?"

"'Kay."

You feel breathless as Joel slowly pulls you to a sitting position. And despite how gentle and slow he is with his motions, the pain still takes your breath away.

You let out a shattered cry before your forehead crashes into his shoulder. Your body is tensed, aching.

You're so angry, so frustrated, in so much pain you just want to cry and scream.

"S'okay," Joel soothes. You feel his hand cupping the back of your head. "Go on and let it out."

You don't even hesitate. You let out a small scream of exhausted pain against where his shoulder and neck meet, tears springing from your eyes as you do. All are muffled by the flannel he wears, coming out suppressed.

"I know, I know," he soothes as he feels your tears soak his shirt. "I know that pain. Makes you feel angry at the whole world, right?"

You give a whimpered reply of agreement.

He's right. You are. You're angry at the horse, you're angry at yourself, you're angry at the clicker is you're angry at Joel and Gemma and anyone who's ever talk to you. You're also mad at yourself for getting you into this position. You just so fucking angry and in pain.

Joel sees you gripping the sheets as he holds you.

"Just breathe," Joel tells you quietly.

"Can't," you mutter against his shoulder. "Ribs."

You hear a soft chuckle from him and it reverberates into your body, despite the pillow. It makes you almost want to smile. He releases you gently against the pillows, looking at your red-rimmed eyes and holding in a sigh at your exhausted countenance.

He takes a seat in the chair and you watch Joel spin the spoon in your soup, before placing the bowl under your chin and bringing the spoon to your mouth.

"I can feed myself," you tell him shortly, but there's no ire in your tone.

He nods and you take the spoon and bowl in hand. He sits back on the chair watching you eat hurriedly. He opens his mouth to tell you to slow down but clamps it shut again.

He leaves and returns with a glass of water that you take eagerly and finish with a gulp. Joel refills it three more times and you finish each with gusto.

He takes the empty bowl and spoon from you, taking your dishes to the kitchen and then returning.

"Better?"

"Yeah," you nod. "I don't think I realized how hungry I was."

Joel continues to look at you with a strange little smile on his face. You feel like you're being studied by him and it makes you frown. You're about to ask him if you have something on your face when a sharp pain goes through your ribs and you grasp at your side wincing.

"Alright you did good with eatin'," Joel reasons. "You kept your end of the bargain so I will too."

He pours you a small glass of whiskey in a clean glass before handing it over. You take it greedily, throwing it back. It burns all the way down, a delicious sensation that has you grinning into your glass.

"Was wonderin' if I'd ever see that again," Joel muses before pouring a first glass for himself and a second for you. You bring the glass back to your mouth, confused.

"See what again?"

"Your smile."

You don't know how to respond to that so you just look at the bottom of your refilled glass awkwardly. Joel takes a small sip of his whiskey, watching as you throw your second glass back as well.

"Slow down," he urges gently. "No point in doin' this if you're just gonna throw it back up."

He has a point. He pours you a third and gives you a stern look when you take the glass from him.

"Sipping only."

"Don't order me around, Miller," you say sharply. "This isn't patrols."

Joel rolls his eyes at you, amused and exasperated all at once. You're such a hard little shell, so impenetrable at times. Joel thought he was guarded, but you're something else.

The two of you sit in quiet, listening to the sound of the whistling wind against your home. You sip the whisky, wishing you weren't in so much pain when you breathed. You glance around your room, wishing it was tidier.

Joel watches you, sees the way your eyes flit around the room and wonders if he could ever bring up the other night without you being horrified.

"Why're you being so nice to me?' you ask suddenly, breaking the spell. "You're never nice."

"Sure I am,” Joel says looking affronted.

"Not to me."

"I brought you home didn't I? Brought you whiskey? Cooked you dinner? I ain't all bad."

"You didn't cook me dinner. You heated it up."

"My favorite kinda cookin'," Joel reasons with a smile. The whiskey has him feeling warm and relaxed.

You feel an amused smirk start at the corner of your mouth. You suppress it with a gentle sip of your drink. You let it coat your tongue slowly before you let it drip down your throat.

"How come you're so mean to me?" Joel offers, though his tone is light.

"I am not!"

He sees the flash of irritation in your eyes immediately and he can't help but be amused. It's very easy for him to rile you up.

"Are so."

"You started it!" You insist, wincing and the words come out louder than anticipated, the force of your irritation causing your ribs to ache. Joel is still leaning back insouciantly in his chair, regarding you with gentle amusement.

"How'd you figure that?"

"My first day on patrols, I was trying so hard to be nice and do you remember what you said the second you saw me?"

"Nope."

"You said; Don't know why they'd stick me with a newbie,” you say trying to imitate his raspy baritone.

"So?" Joel looks genuinely perplexed. "You were a newbie and I didn't know why they sent you to do patrols with me. Didn't know you were an experienced rider at the time."

You falter a moment. You hadn't been expecting that response.

"You were so rude," you insist, irritated that he's trying to pretend like he wasn't in the wrong. "Telling me I was holding my gun wrong, making fun of how I was riding."

Joel takes a moment, looking at the ceiling as he tries to recall your first meeting. He knows he thought you were attractive, he remembers that he was confused they'd paired the two of you up until he'd seen you ride. Your form was comical, but you were good on horseback, even better than him.

But he doesn't remember disliking you that first day.

That came later, after your snide comments and rolled eyes. When you shouldered past him in the dining hall and ignored him when he tried to greet you as you walked by him in town. He'd thought you were an uptight brat, a rude woman who put on airs. He'd had no clue he'd offended you that first day.

"From what I recall I suggested a different way to hold your gun because each time you shot it knocked your shoulder," Joel says remembering. "And as for the riding... Well, you do look funny when you ride. Even if you're good at it, you bounce too much."

"Better than that stupid way you roll your hips," you bite back.

You can picture it now, one hand on the reigns, tilted back, hips rolling with each step of the horse. Joel raises the glass to his mouth, eyes stuck on yours.

"Why're you watchin' my hips?"

His voice is a low purr and there it is again. That thread of teasing that borders on something else. Something... Enticing. It reminds you of the other day in the stables, before everything had gone pear shaped.

You think I'm handsome? You sure, darlin'? You’re gettin' mighty flustered

"Hard not to when you're always going first," you sneer into your glass, taking another sip and feeling your cheeks heat.

"Wait, so that's it?" Joel laughs. "That's your reason for bein' so prickly t'mer? 'Cuz I didn't know why you were assigned to me and because I tried to help you with the way you held your gun?"

"And the riding, thing," you comment lamely. It all sounds pretty pathetic out loud. Is that really why you've been so mean to him all this time? Because of a misunderstanding?

"That's why you hate me?" Joel chuckles as if reading your mind.

"I don't hate you," you mumble. "You just... Get under ... my... skin."

You feel like you want to talk more, but your third glass is drained and your eyelids feel heavy.

"I think...I..."

You feel Joel take the glass from your hand. He keeps you slightly tilted, your head rolling back drowsy against the pillows. You feel his whiskey tinged breath fan across your cheeks.

"How's the pain?"

"S'okay," you slur. "But I know it's gonna hurt real bad tomorrow."

Joel goes to rearrange your pillow slightly so that your head is better positioned on it. His hand hovers beside your face as he does this and you tilt to face it.

"Thanks for the whiskey, Miller."

Unthinking you nuzzle your cheek against his arm before slipping into a drowsy slumber.

Joel pulls back and sits on the chair, watching your placid face, your chest rising up and down under the sheets. You look at peace and he feels a rush of affection go through him at the sight.

But you're in pain. A whole lot of it and he wants to fix that. Even if you don't want him like he finds himself wanting you. He needs you to be okay. Wants you back to your normal self.

What would have happened if there had never been that misunderstanding that day? What if patrols had gone on casually, the two of you amiable?

Would he have asked you for a drink? Would you be in bed together right now? Would his mouth be between your thighs, your fingers gripping his hair? Or would he have you under him, arms held by him above your head moaning his name - his real name, not Miller - as you gazed up at him?

The thought sends a shiver directly up his spine.

He stands; pulling your sheets up, making sure you look comfortable and settled before he leaves your home.

He thinks about your conversation the entire walk back to his place. He thinks about how things could have gone differently.

If only you'd both made better first impressions.

If only that's how it had gone.

If only.

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♡. Stuck by the glue🎐🍃🌧

Pairing: literature student Wonwoo × literature student gn reader. (University au)

Genre: fluff, lots of fluff and bit of crack lol, established relationship, there's lots of kissing | Word count: 1.5k [ik I went overboard lol] | MASTER LIST

Song rec: tip toe by hybs // glue song by beabadoobee ft clairo // love scene by baekhyun [yes title is inspired by the glue song]

Warning: there's lots of kissing ? And Wonwoo rides a bike.

Summary: you were at your boyfriend's place. you were bored and Wonwoo is reading. So Wonwoo came up with the idea of taking you to a bookstore he came across few days back

Note: here's some oddly specific details🍃 reader is tall but shorter than Wonwoo and wears glasses and even if you dont wear glases that is also okay (This is for all my tall glass girlies and gays out there because I'm one of them as well)

Taglist: @hongmingo , @shuabby1994 , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog @soobunsbun , @nishloves , @aaniag , @sikuthealien , @jespecially , @thepoopdokyeomtouched (girlie lemme know if you were in my taglist 😭 because I've lost track of it😭)

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A nice pleasant Sunday afternoon. You came over to Wonwoo's apartment for lunch. You both don't live too far away, barely ten minutes away from each other. After lunch you laid on one side, on the sofa, your head resting on Wonwoo's lap. You were going through random shows on TV. One of Wonwoo's hands was caressing your hair while the other held a book he was reading. To be more accurate, going through the reading material suggested by their professor in class. You were bored. Not because of Wonwoo nor the random tv show displayed in front of you. Wonwoo did notice that. "Are you okay? Or you're bored? Which one?"

"Jeon Wonwoo am I that transparent-" you turned to look at him, your lips pressed in a thin line.

"Well maybe anyone can figure that out because you are going through random tv shows without actually watching them" He said while squeezing your cheeks.

"Okay then what about the book you're reading? Is it doing any better?" You said.

"I am particularly not liking it at all and reading it for the sake of my degree" He said with a forced smile really did explain that he was suffering.

"Wow okay, things we go through as literature students huh, even I hated some reading material from the previous semester. I swear to God they were so sexist and insufferable I don't even want to talk about those anymore" You said mulling over that for a few moments.

"Yeah exactly but I was asking if you're bored baby" He had a soft smile on his lips clearly because he saw that you got distracted from what he asked you previously. You were flustered about the fact that you went a bit off topic.

"Umm well yes I am and what will you do about that?"

"Hmmm lemme think…" he paused to think and then continued "we can go to a bookstore? there's a new one I came across, it also sells second hand books which are cheap"

"What-" you were always over the moon whenever you went book shopping with your boyfriend. "Oh yes we are going to the bookstore now!!"you exclaimed in sheer excitement. One thing Wonwoo knew is that you loved books and anything related to books. Bookstores had a special place in your heart, his too since that's how both meet. In a bookstore. Nearby your university. On a busy rainy monday afternoon.

"Alright sweetheart, wear your shoes and cardigan, I'll go get changed okay?" He said and then pressed a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and then started getting ready and fixed your hair too.

Wonwoo came out of his room after a few minutes in a sap green hoodie and wide legged jeans and… riding gloves?

He walked up to you. "So I'm guessing you're ready let's goo then"

"Umm baby are you gonna give me a ride as well?" you looked at his gloves and then raised your eyebrows.

"What kinda ride exactly are you talking about baby?" Wonwoo smirked.

"Eyyyy shut up you dirty minded weirdo I'm talking about the gloves you're wearing" you smacked his arm while the blush on your cheeks were becoming even more evident.

"Well yes love I'm gonna give you a ride to the bookstore because it's a little far away" Wonwoo squished your cheeks with both of his hands and planted a peck on your lips. You both put on your shoes and walked out of his apartment. Wonwoo locked the door and handed you your helmet. Wonwoo riding a bike was your favorite genre of Wonwoo. You found that really attractive of him for some reason. You also remember him, giving you a ride to your home because it was raining and you weren't carrying an umbrella. As cliche as it sounds like a scene from romantic dramas, that was the first ever time you saw him riding a bike and giving you a ride as well. You liked that feeling of holding someone close and resting your chin on their shoulder. And that someone became Wonwoo.

When you both reached the bookstore you saw it's an old bookstore and is a little dilapidated but it had its own beauty in its way.

"It's quite an old one, you know. I came across this a few days back while the night out with the guys" he said.

"Oh ohhh I see"

You both entered the bookstore and were greeted by an old man.

"Ahh we have a young couple as customers today! Good afternoon to you both. New books are on the ground floor, the second hand ones are upstairs" the old man may have aged a lot but he seemed to be very cheerful for his age which you really liked.

"Good afternoon grandpa and thank you" You both greeted him and went inside the bookstore. You felt a hand around your waist.

"We really do give off couple vibes huh"

"Yes honey we do! now coming to the point on what books we wanna buy"

"I'll guessing it's either a horror or a romantic one"

"No, I mean well yes that would differ if there's any book which grabs my attention and you're gonna follow me and hold the books" you smiled and if anything that made his heart melt.

"Why is she so cute, so enthusiastic about her interests, god I love her so much" He thought to himself.

"Wonu back to earth are you even listening?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I got it I heard what you said" He said.

You both started looking through the romance section first but didn't end up finding anything much interesting. Then you both went through the crime and thriller. It's like that's where the magic happens.

"Wonu wonu! Isn't this the locked room mystery novel you were searching for?" You held a book named "The Village of Eight Murders" by Seishi Yokomizo.

"Oh yess I was. There's also a fourth book, the last book of the series The Inugami Curse" He said and then took the book from your hand going through the pages.

"Found it!" You said after finding the fourth book. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "So are we.." you cut him off mid sentence "we're taking these two, hold them baby" you were happy to finally found the book he was searching for. He was happy too.

"Wonwoo?" you called him by his name, your voice was soft.

"Yes love" He said, his fingers still going over the titles of each book on the shelf he's looking through. You turned and looked at him.

"I wanna go upstairs" you said.

"Hmm alright let's go" he said while a soft smile lingered on his lips.

While going upstairs y'all heard the rain suddenly started pouring down.

"See I told you it will rain tomorrow around this time, now I want my kiss baby" Wonwoo said grinning.

"Nope you aren't getting any right now especially not when we are here standing inside a bookstore" You said with a playful smile on your face. The books upstairs were second hand books so it was common to come across the one's which might have damaged covers too. Wonwoo picked out a book for you.

"y/n isn't this the book you were talking about yesterday? Its cover is slightly torn though" Wonwoo handed you the book. It was "The Remains of the Day" by Kazuo Ishiguro.

"Oh my God yesss! I'll buy this and we can glue that part you know" you said looking at the torn cover of the book he was holding.

"Yeah it's like how books helped me glue to you and we ended up in a relationship"

"My my aren't you being so cheesy for someone who's standing in the fiction aisle with me" You gave him a coy look and then went back searching through the shelf of books.

"Well then love what about kissing in the bookshops as well, like they do in the romance books"

A blush crept your cheeks and ears. You turned to look at him. He smiled looking at your flustered face, his eyes traveling back and forth on your eyes and then your lips.

"Since when did you become so romantic-" your sentence was cut off by him putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to the side slowly. And then he pressed his lips against yours. A soft and warm kiss in the middle of a crispy old bookshop while the euphonious sound of the rain drizzling played outside. He pulled away shortly after but you chased for his lip even more.

"I always was and you're cute when you want more you know" he whispered, his cheeks slightly flushed now as well.

"Yes of course you are" you mumbled and pouted.

"We should check out these books, you know" you said.

"Yes love we will but let's just stay here until the rain slacks off" Wonwoo said as he took you by your hand and made your way to the couch placed on the right side of the room.

"Till then we'll sit here okay?" Wonwoo made himself comfortable sitting beside you.

"Yeah you're right" You said leaning on his shoulder.

Let's just say,he made your day a lot better than before.

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A/n: my exams are finally over so yes I'm back and I'll write more ig. A lotta drafts are piled up literally. Also feedbacks and reblogs are really appreciated. I have proofread once but lemme know if there's any grammatical errors.

ALSO YES I WAS LITERALLY GIVING Y'ALL BOOK RECS THROUGH THIS CUZ DUH I'M AN ENGLISH MAJOR TOO.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #svt fanfic #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt wonwoo #svt hip hop unit

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littledemondani · 6 months

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bestie can i get something abt fuckboy!eddie and shy!reader selling to you but you don’t have enough money if you catch my drift 😏

warnings: fuckboy!eddie, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), r buys weed from eddie, r is shy but not shy?, no use of y/n

you’re normally so put together. there’s never been anything or anyone that has ever caught you off guard. you’re so quick with witty comebacks and overall being the epitome of confidence. all of your friends pride you on it, while some wish they had even an ounce of your courage and lack of giving a shit about what anyone thinks of you.

so, when you meet eddie munson, the dealer your best friend suggested could hook you up with some weed while you’re home visiting family from college, you are taken aback by how quickly you fucking fold.

his charming smile, bright personality, and overall damn good looks rendered you fucking speechless. you’re a bundle of nerves, fidgeting in your seat and looking anywhere else but at him.

eddie finds it adorable. normally he’d be annoyed to hell and cut the deal off, but your soft eyes and voice captivate him.

“so, whaddaya say?” he asks, holding the baggie filled with weed out in front of him. “you good with twenty dollars?”

you stutter for a bit, having completely gotten lost in the warm brown of his eyes. “yeah, yeah, lemme just…”

you open up your wallet and visibly deflate when you notice how much is in there. fifteen, not enough to cover the full amount he’s willing to charge you. you mutter a low ‘fuck’ under your breath, but not nearly low enough.

“something wrong?” eddie presses, leaning forward slightly against the picnic table as he looks you up and down.

“i don’t have enough,” you say, tossing your wallet back into your purse. “i’m sorry. i thought i had way more in there.”

eddie takes a minute to respond. he’s mulling something over in his mind, rapping his fingers against the wood of the table as he does so.

“what if,” he says slowly and thoughtfully. “you can pay me another way?”

you pinch your brows together, clearly not understanding what he means. “wait, huh?”

“i’m saying…you don’t have to pay me with money, sweetheart,” he raises a brow at you, a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

then it hits you. the realization of the offer he’s giving you. you’d done that more times at school than you’d like to admit. but in those instances, it was always you who suggested blowing them, and what twenty-year-old college boy was gonna say no to that?

you just never expected yourself to be on the receiving end of that same offer.

“so what, i blow you, you give me the weed, and that’s that?” you ask, suddenly getting a sliver of your confidence back.

eddie studies you for a bit before grinning devilishly. he normally isn’t this straightforward when he sells. opting to keep it professional at all times but there’s something about you that makes him throw all of that out of the window.

“i think it’s a pretty fair trade,” he points out. “but if you’re not into that, then don’t worry about it. this is only if you want to. i’m not a sleaze ball like that.”

you stand and walk around the picnic table, trailing your fingertips along the old wood. you stop in front of him and sink to your knees, keeping your eyes on him.

“i think it’s pretty fair, too,” you say, rubbing your hands up his thighs to the bulge already formed.

he shifts and widens his legs a bit to make room for you, his eyes darkened with lust and anticipation.

you waste no time in undoing his belt buckle and pulling his jeans down just enough for his long, thick cock to spring free of its confines.

your mouth waters at the sight of it, throbbing and leaking at the fat tip. you dart your tongue to lick it up, moaning softly as you do so.

eddie groans at the feel of you, bringing his hand to grip onto your hair. his eyes roll back as you wrap your lips around the tip and suckle, bucking up towards you instinctively.

you slowly take more of him down your throat. you gag a little, though it only turns eddie on even more. he grips your hair tightly, and you can tell he’s trying to hold himself back from fully fucking your face.

once your gag reflex settles, you set a steady pace, swallowing around him.

eddie brings himself to look down at you. you’re already gazing at him, and he smiles.

“you’re so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth, sweetheart,” he moans, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. “shit, i could get used to you like this.”

you bring your hand to his heavy balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before massaging them. eddie whines at your touch, tipping his head back as he curses.

“your mouth feels amazing,” he says, holding your head still so he can fuck into you. “goddamnit, i’m gonna cum. fuck, you’re too good.”

he thrusts a couple of times before his release overtakes him and he cums straight down your throat. he moans loud, shuddering a bit at the intensity of his orgasm.

when he finally lets go of you, you pull back and swallow the remnants of his cum.

“here,” he pants, reaching for the baggie to hand it to you. “a deal is a deal.”

“thanks,” you stand on shaky legs and take the bag from him, giving him a soft smile.

he tucks himself into his pants while you make your way back to the other side of the table to gather your things. you put the baggie inside your purse and fling the strap over your shoulder.

you take one last look at him, watching him as he takes hold of his black metal box. thoughts of wanting to see him again cross your mind, and before you could even stop yourself, you’re walking back over to him.

without saying anything, you reach for his hand and write down your name and phone number on his palm.

“see you around,” you tell him with a wink as you slowly back away from him to head back to your car. leaving him at a complete loss for words.

#eddie munson #fuckboy!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb

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alieinthemorning · 5 months

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Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tsumoos

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"

You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.

He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.

"Man, I'm glad I married ya."

It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.

"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.

"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.

"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"

"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.

His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.

"Man, yer ma is a good cook."

You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."

"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."

You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.

"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.

"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.

Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.

This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.

You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.

"Feedin' a friend of yers?"

You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."

She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"

You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.

"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.

But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.

You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.

You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.

"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."

He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"

"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."

"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."

I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it.

Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

#alie ficlets #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu x reader

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ikroah · 8 months

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I've given everything I have, didn't know I'd run up such a tab, Oh, Lord, ain't the reapin' ever done? —“Ain’t the Reapin’ Ever Done,” Eddie Noack (1972)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #25 - Ring-a-Ding-Ding IV

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Notes / Original Pencils / Transcript:

Notes:

At long last! As I've mentioned a few times, this issue got...delayed because I spent 2023 getting divorced, falling in love again, going outside, touching grass, laughing, playing, et cetera. But even if you toss all that aside this issue would still have been a doozy because I've been wanting to try an issue in this artstyle, and with a much large page size, for...well, for over a year now, ha. The thumbnails for this issue are nearly a whole year old!

Usually I have a lot of fun commentary about how a script changes over the course of working on an issue, or how the production panned out, but the making of this issue has been stretched over such a long time that I can't even begin to really describe it. Lemme just show you the original pencils so we can get out of here and move onto the next one, which will hopefully take far less than the time it takes to carry a pregnancy to term.

Oh, actually, there is one thing! If you spotted this happy couple on the first page, then check out @memepipboy's comics too.

Also, here's Vulpes in the dead Yamcha pose.

Which is also about how I feel after going on a bender of productivity last week to get the whole issue colored before it slipped away again.

Original Pencils:

Transcript:

EXT. NEW VEGAS STRIP. A small plaza outside the casinos is flushed with lights and people, all coming and going, even at such a late hour. The crowd is monitored by the Strip's POLICE SECURITRONS. Two people are exiting a casino: ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY, and

MESSENGER: AGNES SANDS!

AGNES: Oh God, I'm--

AGNES: --wait, are you NCR?

The MESSENGER that has called out AGNES' name is a surly and middle-aged man in uniform.

MESSENGER: Correct, ma'am. I'm a messenger.

AGNES: Courier, huh.

CASS: Hell do you want, boot boy? We're busy.

MESSENGER: Your presence is requested at the embassy on the south side of the Strip.

The exchange has caught the eye of a BYSTANDER READING A NEWSPAPER.

AGNES: You said requested, as opposed to, um, required?

MESSENGER: Yes. I'll be blunt with you, Sands: the incident near Gecko and your subsequent desertion have made you a fugitive of military police since 2269. I'm sure you know that--but this is not an arrest.

MESSENGER: This isn't even about your personal case, necessarily. It's only from chance reports at the Mojave Outpost and Boulder City that intelligence was made aware of your presence here at all. The NCR merely wants to let you know that you--as well as your companion--are persons of interest to us in two of our other open investigations: the Legion raid on Nipton, and recent terrorist attacks on merchants in the area such as Crimson Caravan.*

CAPTION: *Various events of IKROAH #7-16. -Lou.

MESSENGER: There's also some other matters, which are classified.

CASS, at AGNES' side, listens intently. Then she glares at AGNES, who is grimacing but avoiding her eye contact.

MESSENGER: Now, our intelligence officers only want to speak to you, not arrest you. So there should be no cause for alarm or any worry on your part. It's your choice to come to us willingly--and on your own time. But--

AGNES sweats nervously.

MESSENGER: My orders are to make this next part very clear. This is merely the current state of our interest in you and your companion. If your presence does become required, as opposed to merely requested, by the NCR--and it very well may--

MESSENGER: --consider this a nice, friendly notice. I'm here because the NCR knows where you are. And the NCR wanted you to know that, because it wants you to keep it in mind as you mull over whether--and when--you might be feeling co-operative. That is all. We'll be in touch, Miss Sands.

The MESSENGER departs. The BYSTANDER READING A NEWSPAPER observed the entire exchange. The moment that the MESSENGER is gone, he speaks:

BYSTANDER: Ahh...I must admit, it does make me glad when people discuss my work.

AGNES: W-what?

CASS: Pardon?

BYSTANDER: And it was fortunate, as it turns out, that you were spared that night in Nipton.

AGNES: Oh...oh no--

CASS: --YOU?

BYSTANDER: Very fortunate indeed--

The BYSTANDER grins.

BYSTANDER: --that you were spared from the burning tires, spared from the teeth of the dogs, spared even from the cross and stake--all of this, there, was the finest work yet of VULPES INCULTA--against the profligates of the west, and for the glory and the might of CAESAR'S LEGION.*

CAPTION:*IKROAH #9. -Lou.

AGNES and CASS are transfixed where they stand, taken aback by the reveal. CASS scowls while AGNES squirms with terror. She remembers:

The raging fires and the horror show of NIPTON. Crucified bodies and dogs to eat the corpses.

VULPES: During our talk in Nipton, I admittedly became quite curious about you, Agnes. You had intrigued me for some reason, and I wanted to know what it was. Only later did I finally place it.

Her hands up in front of her face, a futile barrier between herself and three men. Benny. His gun, pointed at her, shining in the light from the moon and the lantern.

VULPES: A tabloid story from the news on the radio. A courier shot in the head near Goodsprings Cemetery.

The SECURITRON with the cowboy face, VICTOR, carried her out of her grave. Or so she was told.

VULPES: --who miraculously returned from the grave. It was you.

There were three men. Two besides Benny. She found them later, one was dead and the other had two more with him.

VULPES: It was also you, as I would later discover...who slaughtered that pack of Great Khans in Boulder City. Clearly no ordinary courier.

VULPES: Why, even now, you assassinate the leader of the Chairmen in his own casino--in his own bedroom, no less. Very impressive.

AGNES: But how did you--

VULPES: Know? From one saboteur to another, I do have to commend you, Agnes. You're quite covert...for someone who had no reason to realize that she was already being watched, that is. Just as we have been watching Benny, the dearly departed.

VULPES grins wider.

VULPES: My network of frumentarii have detected something of a conspiracy in Vegas...something about a certain piece of platinum, I hear. Which reminds me--the mail has gotten so unreliable lately, don't you think?

AGNES is visibly panicked as VULPES continues.

VULPES: The NCR'S interest in you is not misplaced, Agnes Sands, given your recent exploits.

CASS is suddenly going down the casino steps--

VULPES: But I doubt that they are as quite aware of the bigger picture as--

--and raising her fist, and--

VULPES: the--

--punching VULPES in the face.

SFX: WHAM!

VULPES is flung to the ground, his nose bloodied. One of his teeth have been knocked clean from his mouth. He stares upward, in disbelief, up at the furious woman who's laid him out.

VULPES: Ah...yes. Rose of Sharon Cassidy. I've--

PTOOEY. A wad of spit splats against VULPES' cheek. CASS points a finger at him as he shuffles back onto his feet.

CASS: Get my name out of your mouth right now. I'm not afraid of you. You just piss me off. And unless you get lost I'll deck you so hard that you forget my name. Hopefully how to form complete sentences, too.

CASS: I think we've heard enough, you goddamn dogfucker, and whatever you're selling, we don't fucking want any.

VULPES: Ah...so no less impudent than last time, despite...well.

VULPES wipes the blood from his face with the back of his hand, muttering from behind his palm in LATIN.

VULPES: Sī cognōscere nōn vīs canis senex tum nēquam praeter futuendum eris.

VULPES reaches his bloody hand toward his dislodged hat.

VULPES: Agnes--the Legion has a particular use for you, a use which comes with certain courtesies that are not extended to your companion.

VULPES: ...she would do well to keep this in mind.

VULPES returns his hat to his head. AGNES has rejoined CASS at the base of the steps.

AGNES: "Use?" What use? I don't have anything--I mean, I'm not--whatever you--whatever the Legion wants with me, I don't know anything. About this, or about Benny. If you want the chip, I--

VULPES: Agnes, Agnes--you're a terrible liar. Or else just terribly naive.

VULPES turns to leave.

VULPES: If the NCR is interested in you, and they are, then seizing you for ourselves is certainly useful enough on its own. But truthfully, this isn't about the NCR. The Legion is interested in you--I am interested in you--because Mr. House is interested in you. You and that chip.

AGNES: Mr. House!? But I...no, no, I just thought the chip--

VULPES: Vale, courier. And vale, Rose of Sharon Cassidy. And be safe in your travels, if you can help it--you never know when somebody might be watching.

As VULPES departs, a SECURITRON approaches behind AGNES and CASS, casting a shadow over the both of them.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #rose of sharon cassidy #vulpes inculta #agnes sands #caesar's legion #new california republic #ncr #ikroah archive #volume 02 #25

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thecrypticshyguy · 2 months

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Heyyyy

So we all know @t1ckity-t0ck s Political Marriage au right

Welllll

I wrote something for it actually (and drew something for it, it's old so don't mind some flaws and changes in character designs)! A minific if you will- without further adu lemme show it to yall

UnFair

Ludwig bit the bottom of his lip, furrowing his brow as frustration gnawed at him. He was tired and felt terrible. He felt used, worst of all.

Years of preparation, everything was going so well, everything was ready to be handed off to him in a few years tops, but no. It just wasn’t that simple, was it? Some kingdom he's never heard of comes from nowhere, asserting themselves, and now he's forced into a loveless marriage. It made him utterly bitter. It made his cold blood boil that he was being used as a mere pawn for a political marriage he had no ability to object. They could’ve chosen any of his siblings, any that could’ve been better off, but they didn’t. They chose him of all people. He was told it was for a good cause, for resources, for armies, for "peace" so that they didn’t kill each other. He couldn’t care less for that little sky kingdom.

He was supposed to be the ruler of darkland after Bowser retired. He wasn't supposed to be a house husband for some soft little parakoopa.

It wasn’t fair he thought, not fair in the slightest. Years were thrown away in an instant, and he felt utterly robbed of what he could’ve had. But, he couldn’t do anything about it. So in what little retaliation he had, he sulked alone in his study.

And as he sulked about his unfair situation, his hands danced over the keys of a piano, the tune he played being somber as he mulled over the raging storm in his mind.

He made a habit of playing an instrument whenever he was stressed, letting his frustration out by running his fingers down on ivory keys of a piano, pipe organ, or some other. Anything he could get his claws on, it didn't matter if he could play it or not. He played until his claws were sore, or until he felt better, the former usually being the case.

It created melodies he could write down and save for later. Melancholic and discontented melodies that perfectly put together how he felt, even if his mind was far from the music.

Though he used his piano to air out his grievances, it had seen years of wear and tear. Sometimes it comes all boiling over, and every once in a while he can't help himself. In his mind it all crumbles down so quickly that his fingers can't keep up with his thoughts as they fly from one frustration to the next. From what he could do, what he couldn’t do, pinballing him to memories of him and his father’s first meeting, to them practicing magic and the mishaps that went along with it. Such fond and detested memories he held close suddenly all crashed down.

It all builds and builds, becoming one string of notes he knew all too well. He couldn't help but slam his fists into the instrument, creating a familiar sour and deep note to his otherwise masterpiece, and then another, and more until the sound coming from the piano felt more like a cry for help from the poor instrument. It became erratic, mashing together notes both high and low forté until he felt better. But he didn’t, and so his claws curled tighter, banged harder, almost assaulting the poor instrument before he felt sweat drip onto his brow. Only then, out of breath, did he stop.

Hunched over the piano, breathing heavily in ragged and bitter breaths, his claws digging into the ivory. He stayed there, hoping he didn’t break his most prized possession. He thankfully never did when he had these sudden and ridiculous fits. Ludwig knew it was childish, he knew he shouldn’t do this with how mature he portrayed himself to be, but everything felt too much, and this was his only solution. He had made it abundantly clear how he felt about the arrangement, but to show someone how really hurt he was? That's a matter he'll keep in private.

But.. he hated when his thoughts ran rampant like that. He couldn't stop them, couldn't keep a grip on them like he should, like he knew how to. It embarrassed him. It made him feel utterly miserable and bitter. Bitter, angry, frustrated, every other word he could throw at the wall to describe how he felt. He stayed like this for a moment before his eyes turned and he squinted, staring at a dim reflection of himself in the polished dark blue fallboard.

He looked terrible. His dark blue hair was more unruly than usual, mixed with fast movement and sweat had made it look greatly tossed around. His collar had become unbuttoned and falling off his shoulders, and he only just now realized the heart shaped cravat he wore was uncomfortably warm against his scales. He only now noticed the bags under his eyes as well.

He sneered at the sight, fumbling to re-button his collar but giving up shortly after with a tired scoff. Looking down at the piano he cherished, Ludwig felt how sore his claws were from his immature fit.

And yet, he still played. He breathed, pulling himself together, and put his melancholy once again into a somber sonet.

It was all he could do, really. He couldn’t talk his way out of this, no matter how much he argued or fought his father tooth and nail to convince him this was a poor political decision. Marrying some parakoopa he didn't even know, all to satisfy his father's swollen ego, convincing himself it was for a peace they easily could've had as soon as they arrived. Again, it frustrated him.

So he mindlessly continued. He played until he felt his forearms become sore from use, and his eyes blinking closed. He stopped for a moment and stayed still, breathing heavily and slowly, sleepily even.

The thump of his hands on the keys made a dark tone that rang out for a few seconds. The study brings an ominous echo to the final note of his erratic and ridiculous lament and then there was finally silence.

What seemed like only moments later, a knock came from his door, soft and almost muted, but the echo brought it to his attention.

Ludwig shifted his eyes toward the door, and in the doorway, there she was.

"Oh.. It's you."

#ludwig von koopa #koopaling #super mario #smb political marriage au #angst? maybe?#i think its more like him bitching and complaining #hes throwing a fit over marriage #i no no wanna ass bitch #celest parakoopa #she shows up at the end #i dont know how to tag this #there will be a part 2 #heho

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forlorn-crows · 1 year

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Also here's one that's definitely smut because I'm me teehee

Lemme get a transmasc Aether closet quickie. He needs his dick sucked like NOW. Partner of choice, but Aether's gotta lick his own cum off their chin I'm pretty sure. :3

miasma has me in a chokehold, i just want everyone to know

aether/swiss depravity below

Aether’s hard. Has been for the last 30 minutes, no thanks to Swiss’ hand dragging up and down his inner thigh.

Teasing.

Caressing.

Dastardly suggestive in the middle of midnight mass.

It’s pathetic, really, how worked up Aether is now just from the multi ghoul’s ghosting of a hand. He can feel a wet patch daring to soak through his underwear, his clit throbbing against the seam of his uniform pants. But he keeps any other reactions invisible, trapped beneath a disinterested facade.

Swiss’ fingers graze close enough to feel that heat radiating off of his sex through the fabric. Aether sees him smirk out of the corner of his eye, and Swiss gives his thigh a squeeze, moving back down his leg with the newfound information.

Aether keeps his flat affect. Ignores him vehemently. He will not give Swiss the satisfaction of seeing him break—though it's hard when his hand is right there—and with the damned scents of Swiss’ own arousal, mulled wine and mint, creeping under his nostrils.

The quintessence ghoul tunes in instead to Copia’s droning voice, surprisingly commanding during sermons. It provides just enough distraction to get him through to the end, rising casually but quickly as mass comes to a close. Swiss’ hand slips off his thigh, fingers tightening too late.

Aether moves silently through the throng of siblings and ghouls, Swiss trailing after him not unlike a lost puppy. He walks casually down the corridor, but briskly enough that Swiss easily falls behind. He calls out for him just as Aether spots an all-too familiar doorway inset in the wall just up ahead. Perfect.

Aether slows his pace, Swiss’ footfalls closing in. “Hey big guy,” he purrs, slinking up against the quintessence ghoul’s back. Aether lets him press close, hands running over his shoulders and ghosting over his ribs. Just as he moves to wrap his arms around his waist, Aether grabs him and pulls him into the alcove and into the supply closet nestled within it.

“Eager, are we?” Swiss laughs as Aether closes the door. The closet is barely big enough for the two of them, but he doesn’t need much room for their unholy exchange.

Aether grabs him by the shirt, pulling him close. He stops just before Swiss can latch onto his mouth, earning a choked-off sound from the multi-ghoul. He pants against Aether’s upturned mouth, doing nothing to hide the mischievous glint in his eye, licking across a fang like he’s eyeing up a tasty meal. Aether smirks and stares at Swiss’ mouth, teasing. Moving a hairsbreadth closer.

“Suck it,” Aether whispers before promptly shoving Swiss to his knees and pressing his face to the fly of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, already mouthing at the fabric. He fumbles over the button and zipper, like his hands can’t move fast enough. After another moment of struggle, he’s tugging Aether’s pants and boxer-briefs down to his ankles and pressing his cheek against the crease of his hip.

Aether’s clit stands fat and hard between his folds, shiny with slick. “Got you worked up good, didn’t I?” Swiss teases as he runs a finger down its length.

“Yes,” Aether hisses. “Now do something about it.”

“My pleasure.” Swiss noses into the little curls on Aether’s pubic mound before running the tip of his tongue over his clit. Aether sighs above him, carding his hand into Swiss’ hair. He presses lightly—a suggestion more than a demand. Swiss opens up anyway, sealing his lips over it and pushing back the plump hood with his tongue. He sucks on the velvety shaft underneath, slicking it up further with his own saliva.

“Yeah, make it sloppy,” Aether breathes. He cants his hips against Swiss’ face, coating his chin with slick in the process. It rips a groan from Swiss’ throat, fingers dimpling the skin on the quintessence ghoul’s thighs.

“Fuck, Aethe, so fucking wet,” Swiss whines, almost reverent. He swirls his tongue around his clit, sucking with varying pressure and intensity. He runs his hands along Aether’s inner thighs, the same as he had in the pews. Teasing. Caressing. More daring now that they’re alone.

“Use ‘em, don’t be a tease,” Aether groans. He reaches down to grab Swiss’ wrist, pulling his hand up towards his cunt and guiding his fingers between his folds to rest against his entrance.

Swiss can only moan in response, immediately sinking two fingers inside as he sucks hard.

“Shit, yeah, that’s a good lad,” Aether gasps, rocking into his hand. Swiss pets inside him, crooking his fingers just enough to make him keen. His tongue works over his dick, teasing the tip in and out of the hood and laving against the underside, pressing the fat flesh to the roof of his mouth. He’s messy with it, as promised, lewd wet sounds mingling with Aether’s gasps and groans.

It’s quickly overwhelming, rapidly stoking the fire in his gut and drawing him to the edge. Goddamn that multi ghoul and his talented fingers and his stupid, sinful mouth.

Aether’s head thumps against the closet wall as he grips hard at Swiss’ hair. He moans, low and rumbly against Aether’s cunt, and that’s all it takes before Aether’s whispering: “Gonna cum, fuck Swiss, make me, make me—”

Swiss drinks him down, sinking a third finger into his wet heat and teasing the head of his clit while he seals his lips over it. Aether nearly sinks to his knees, curling in on himself as he cums with a low groan. His free arm shoots out to grab onto the rickety metal shelf for stability as he spasms against Swiss, thighs shaking and cunt drooling past his fingers and into his palm. Swiss groans at the way he clenches around his fingers, how his clit throbs in his mouth. He’d pause this moment if he could, living in it for the rest of the day, but soon Aether’s gasping and twitching from overstimulation, pulling Swiss’ head away.

“Fuck,” Aether laughs, shaking his head. “Look at the things you do to me.”

Swiss stands, pressing up against the quintessence ghoul’s torso. Aether can feel how hard he is against his thigh. “See for yourself,” he says huskily, holding up his now slick coated hand in front of Aether’s face. He hums, fully intending to pull Swiss’ fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking off his own slick. But Swiss pulls it away. “Ah ah, that’s mine. You can have what’s on my face,” he says sinfully.

Aether pulls him into a heated kiss and laps at his mouth eagerly, already reaching down towards Swiss’ zipper.

#ask #miasma #fanfic #the band ghost #ficlet #ghost fanfic #transmasc aether #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether x swiss #swiss x aether #SLOPPY BIG BOYYYY #SHOULD WE START A TRANSGHOUL TUESDAY???

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Creepy Tenko Part 4

All smut baby!

Part 1 Part 3 part 5

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You grunted in annoyance, trying to angle your car just right to get into the parking space, yet somehow constantly finding yourself going over the white lines. With the destination so close you figured your troubles were over. But alas, geometry said otherwise.

Meanwhile, Tenko quietly stared out the window, twiddling his thumbs and mulling over your words like he had the whole ride over.

Friends.

It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but he hadn’t really had any friends before. Atleast ones that didn’t tell him to kill people. So the very idea of you fearlessly agreeing to be his pal, while normal for others, was almost frightening to him. But he supposes anything new is.

Still though, it opened the door to questions he hadn’t thought he would ever need answers for. Like, what do friends do? Eat ice cream and stuff? He could do that. He’s not a big fan of it but he can endure it for you. Do friends hug? That’d be nice. He’d never say no to a quick warm embrace every now and then. Maybe if he’s lucky he could get a kiss too. Do friends kiss? I mean if they hug then kissing wouldn’t be that much of a leap right?

What are the boundaries with hugs? You’ve already touched his junk twice now and he’s sure as hell he hadn’t seen any of that in the cartoons he watched as a kid. But then again, their advice for making friends was lousy and always lead to him being even more alienated, so maybe they didn’t have a good grasp on the concept in general. After all, they were the ones who encouraged him to give out high-fives. Whoopsies!

Ah, he has so much to learn, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited! He broke out into a big grin as he imagined all the things he’d do with you. All the wholesome fantasies he’d be able to fulfill with you. This was gonna be a blast!

Finally, FINALLY, you angled your car just right and were able to park it. You leaned back into your seat, sighing in relief, before turning over to Tenko and smiling at him.

“Alright, let’s go!”

The soft click-click of your seat beat accompanied by the loosening of the straps allowed your freedom, and you almost opened the door and stepped out when you noticed that Tenko was still having trouble with his.

“Oh, yeah, that ones tricky. Here lemme help.” You reached over his lap as he fiddled with the buckle, and while it took an obnoxious few seconds, it finally gave way and released him. It was when you began to withdraw that you made a terrible realization. He was still hard.

His dick made a visible tent in his pants, one thats impossible to ignore. He noticed you freezing up, and followed your gaze only to blush furiously and desperately try to cover it up with his hoodie.

“Uhh… sorry…” he mumbled, one hand raising to scratch at his throat. You shook your head.

“It’s fine. It’s my fault, after all. Looks like I’ll have to take care of this before we go inside.”

He gave you a confused look, before petrifying in surprise as your hand snaked its way over his lap. He started shaking before you even began touching him, looking back and forth between your hand and your face.

Your fingers finally made their way to his erection, your fingertips lightly dancing along the edges and curves of his tent. He whimpered out, even the slightest whisper of pressure sending pangs of electricity throughout him as you teased him.

“Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a reward. You were very naughty doing… whatever it was you did.” Honestly you couldn’t even remember. Well, you probably could if you tried, but you were too distracted by the way Tenko was biting his lip in panic-ridden lust. It took a second for him to get over the shock of being touched by you, again, before he fell forward against your dashboard like a ragdoll. His whole body slumped forward, a dopey grin emerging on his face as he did his best to soak up the pleasure you were so generously bestowing him as much as he could.

I mean sure, he loved how you treated him before; the way your harsh grip nearly ended his bloodline right then and there was just heavenly. But this… this was so different. It was so… gentle. He shuddered as you continued, letting out little choked gasps of pleasure as you cupped his bulge, massaging it in your fingers as it slowly became more and more moist with his pre-cum.

It was adorable just how worked up he was getting without even making skin to skin contact. It made you wonder, was he a virgin? I mean, it felt pretty obvious given how some people acted around him and how much he was reacting to you right now, but it was hard to imagine that someone like him hadn’t had sex before. I mean, he’s so cute you’d be crazy not to want to suck his dick! Right?

Speaking of which, you were ashamed at the drool gathering in your mouth as you continued squeezing his bulge expertly. But you wouldnt, no, couldn’t seriously consider sucking the dick of the guy you’d just met! I mean, come on, you have some self respect! There’s no way-

“G-haaaah” he moaned, forcing you out of your thoughts and making you take in his perfect aheogo face. Flushed pink cheeks, eyes crossed, and a little bit of drool escaping his wide open-mouthed grin.

Fuck it. Self respect is for losers.

Since he was wearing dark grey sweat pants, it was easy to just reach your hand right in there. Before your wrist fully submerged into his privates however he caught you with a shaky grip, leaning backwards enough to sit up properly again. Despite this, he wasn’t looking at you. He was obviously avoiding looking at you, his head completely turned away from yours and out towards the uneventful sidewalk. Through the reflection of the glass, you could see just how uncomfortable he looked.

“Uhm… are you ok? Am I doing something wrong?” You asked, worried you over stepped. You tried to retrieve your hand to respect his boundaries but his grip held firm. You were confused. Did he want you to touch him or not.

“I-I don’t-“ he began, mouth opening and closing as he tried, and failed to voice his concerns before he gave up and faced towards the window again. He let go of your hand slowly, and before you could say anything else he began undoing the strings of his pants.

You didn’t say anything, patiently waiting as he took his time with the knot. You could tell he was stalling, purposefully fumbling with the strings so that it would take longer, but you said nothing.

“We don’t have to do this if you-“

“No! no, it’s… it’s fine” he cut you off, volume progressively turning to a shy mumble as he. finally pulled his pants down and gave you a more accurate outline of his erection through his underwear. You could see the angry red tip just barely peeking out from the waistband, making your eyes widen. They widened even more when he finally pulled the last bit of clothing down, the curtains parting to reveal a masterpiece to you. His member sprang out, eager and achingly hard, and just the perfect length.

Without exaggeration, you have never seen such a pretty cock. The rosy colors perfectly complimented the wiry black hairs at the base, and his cock was curved slightly, and the red tint along with the dark colors of his pubes only made the white pre-cum leaking from his tip look all the more tantalizing.

And his length, good god his length. Frankly you were surprised he hadn’t passed out from blood loss after sporting that monster. Ok, maybe you’re exaggerating a little, but the truth is he well exceeded your expectations. You could feel a shiver go down your spine as you imagined what it would be like to feel that thing inside you.

“Is it… ok?” He asked, his voice carrying an anxious yet hopeful tint.

You didn’t answer, still taking his cock in and admiring it as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. You didn’t hear him over your own beating heart, and thus didn’t answer him, leaving him take your hesitation and silence as disapproval.

He swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, tears of embarrassment welling up as he begged you to say something. But the longer you took, the longer he lost hope. God, he was a fucking idiot. He had it all. He had a friend, he had lunch plans, he had the soft groping hands of a woman he never thought he’d feel, and he lost it all being greedy. He just couldn’t be satisfied, he had to show you what the rest of him looked like.

He wasn’t positive but from what he saw online he measured out well, so he thought maybe you wouldn’t mind it was… his. But he should have known, I mean, everything about him is ugly. So why would this be any different?

You swallowed, trying to get some moisture in your quickly drying throat as slowly your hand reached for it. Despite Tenkos embarrassment he remained still, freezing up as shame clouded his mind. He was pulled back from his spiral self-hate when a soft, warm, heavenly hand wrapped around his length.

He shuddered, aforementioned tears drying immediately as you relished his glossy skin. He only had half a second to take in what you were doing before you began pumping him.

Immediately a loud moan was ripped from his throat, partially from shock, the volume making you flinch. You could see goosebumps appear on his legs as your hand moved. Luckily there was so much pre-cum that it could be used as lube. Like a crazy amount of pre-cum. So much it stained his pants! Hah hah! Hah… omg he jizzed his pants didn’t he.

Your hand faltered slightly at the realization, but he didn’t notice. He was too caught up in the contrast of your silky smooth hands and his to register your actual movements. You were so warm… fuck… and so gentle, and your hand hit all the right places at all the right times. He never thought a handjob would feel this different, that having someone else’s hand working you would be this much better. Fuck, it’s so good.

He let out little whines as you continued, the premature cum making squelching noises that were barely audible over your combined lust for eachother. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder about the timeline of events regarding his ejaculation. I mean, obviously he had to have came before and this was just old cum. But… it doesn’t look old. It’s still warm.

But that doesn’t make sense. Because there’s no way it’s recent, he’s been at full mast this entire time! When would he have had the time to recharge?

Weird. Maybe there’s something you’re not getting. Yeah, you can feel yourself dripping into your panties, obviously you can’t figure it out because you’re too turned on. It’ll all make sense later.

But for now, you had to do what you promised yourself earlier that you wouldn’t.

You leaned over, your head eagerly making its way over to his lap. You licked your lips before parting them, your hand stopping in order to stabilize your destination.

Tenko let out harsh pants as you took your time, loving the amount of attention he was giving you from your teasing. You looked back up at his desperate face, one that looked confused and a little hurt as you continued to torture him by just barely letting the tip of your tongue brush against his head.

“C’mon…” he whined, eyebrows curving up in stress as tears of frustration and desperation clumped in his eyelashes. “Please?”

Fuck you could cum right then and there just from how he was looking at you. He looked like he actually believed that if you didn’t suck his dick in the next 5 seconds he would die. And yet he made no efforts to rush you, despite how much he wanted to. He was such a good boy.

“Fuck… such a good boy Tenko.”

You lowered your mouth onto him making his mouth hang open, only a choked wheeze escaping him at the sensation. His face made it look like you stabbed him. Just complete and utter shock as he took in your warm, wet, painfully heavenly mouth for the first time. Holy mother of god, and he thought your hand was good. He doesn’t think he could ever let himself leave your mouth again. He wants to live inside your mouth.

And then you started moving. Only a simple upstroke when you made a generous distance down his shaft. But it was more than enough.

Your mouth was filled to the brim with cum, making you choke a bit in surprise, the sensation making his loud groan just a little louder. His hips jerked against your face, causing his dick to ram further down you throat, making you gag around him.

Did he just cum in your mouth? Fuck! It had been barely a minute and it was already over. Damn. I mean, yeah, the whole point of this was to make him soft so he doesn’t have a tent in his pants when he meets your new friends, but you had to admit you were pretty disappointed that you couldn’t play with him for a little longer.

You detached from him and gulped down his seed, which was a lot, the intense flavor making you wince a little. You looked back up at him, trying to give a reassuring smile because you can tell he’s pretty insecure about himself. You expected to see him sulk again, for his face to heat up in shame.

What you didn’t expect to see was confusion. Maybe some mild annoyance.

“Why’d you stop?”

You blinked at him. What does he mean ‘why did you stop’? Because he came in your mouth! That’s it! Shows over! Problem solved! We can go now… unless…

You looked down, expecting to see a softening cock slowly deflate but instead you found him fully erect. Throbbing, even. Like nothing even happened, like him cumming was all in your head.

“What the hell” you whispered, eyes wide again in shock. His hand rested on the back of your head, gently nudging you as he tried to signal you to get back to work but stayed up, the puzzle pieces fitting together in your head.

So he DID cum in his pants earlier. How many times can this man go without a break? I mean, fucking hell this is insane, he literally looks the exact same as when you started. That shouldn’t even be possible.

Fine. Surely if you do it again, then he’ll be satisfied and you two can go into the café where your friends are waiting.

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You take back what you said about being disappointed you couldn’t play with him more. He was a premature ejaculater, sure, but he had the recovery time of a god.

Jesus you underestimated him. He just keeps going and going, at this point you’ve eaten so much of his cum that you don’t even have to order anything.

But finally, finally you got him to calm down. You both were damn near passed out from exhaustion but you’d be damned if you let either of you pass out and have all that work be in vain.

Now… FINALLY… you can enter the god damned café.

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But not today! Will they get to the café? Won’t they get to the café, you’ll have to wait till next time sucker this ones all smut! I’m such a stinker ;)

@keisukebajimipatron

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #tenko smut

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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First Time?

Tags: College!Eren x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Uni AU, Shotgunning, Very Slight Jean x Reader, Suggestive Elements, But Weirdly Wholesome Ending

Warnings: Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Drunken Behavior (Nothing Non-Con, But Under The Influence)

You have never smoked before. Eren takes it upon himself to give you an unforgettable experience.

Lemme just say. Me and @beesandpollen were screaming the other night about shotgunning our favs, so I bring to u the eren version 💪

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [09/03/23] ❞

Sitting on your bed in your shared dorm, you've been slaving away to your college assignments. The sound of typing resounded in the room, never let up by the urgency to finish; that is, until your roommate walked in.

Sasha made her entrance wearing a yellow, bodycon slip dress and stunning heels. She glowered at your laptop while sweeping her hair over her shoulder, and it fell victim to the bag of chips in her other hand.

"Y/N! Get off your laptop and come to this party with me!"

Sasha at her finest. You were best friends, but you were also polar opposites; Sasha, who loved to party and was the more outgoing of the two of you, and you, who sat at home all day completing schoolwork. It's regular for her to drag you out of the dorm.

You ran your fingers through your hair in resignation. "I can't. Why don't you go with Connie?"

"Because I'm not letting you stay here like a nerd and miss out. Besides, my friend is throwing this party! I'll introduce you."

She finished that sentence with a wink.

You groaned. "I have nothing to wear though." You fanned out your hand to the pile of clothes on your chair, the majority of them being sweatpants and plain t-shirts.

"Not to worry!" Sasha dashed back into her room, which was adjacent to yours, and emerged brandishing the shortest, shiniest black dress she owned like a trophy.

She threw it at you. "Put that on!"

You caught the material and mulled over wearing it in public for a moment. You hesitated, yet Sasha seemed expectant, and you knew you rarely spent time with her outside of the dorm; not like she was in most of the time.

You drew your eyes away from the dress, and to Sasha. "Who'd you say is throwing this party again?"

She grinned. "Jean."

...

You couldn't stop fidgeting with the hem of your dress in the car. Was it too short? Was it a mistake for you to tag along? You hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself at this party. You saw Sasha's fingers neatly spin the wheel, and then you were parked, alongside numerous other cars before the gate.

Those concerns dissipated the moment you stepped into the frat house. The low-light space was crowded with dancing, sweating bodies, couples making out in corners, and inebriated games being played. As you surveyed the scene, the music blaring made it difficult to hear Sasha clearly.

And then she was gone.

You presumed she had left to greet her other friends, but you felt out of place in this strange environment. Nevertheless, you immediately noticed something to cheer you up. You pushed your way past the throng of dancers to the liquor, and snatched a bottle before finding your way somewhere private.

Which was an extremely difficult endeavour.

Bedrooms? You wished you could wash your eyes out. Bathrooms? Outside, there are long lineups. But all hope was not lost. You located a double door that led out to a balcony and settled down to drink in quiet. The view would have been much better if there hadn't been drunken fighting in your field of sight.

A cough resounded next you after a minute or so of you sipping in solitude. Breaking out of your trance, you raised your eyes to check who the voice belonged to. You rose up as soon as you detected the face in your blurry thoughts, mortified that you had intruded on this man's space.

"Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to drink." You strode back towards the double doors.

"Don't worry about it. Stay."

You became immobilized. You couldn't leave now since it would be impolite, so you pivoted on your heel and sat down again, this time facing the man. You eventually had the opportunity to register his features, and it stole your breath away.

He was stunning. In a gentle, incisive, and handsome way. The angular contours of his jaw and nose stood out against his emerald eyes and dark, fluttering eyelashes; he resembled a striking image on a tanned canvas.

The subtle shape of his muscles were apparent through his clothing, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hair, which was pulled back in a bun. He had some stray hairs that fell out, but they framed his face nicely, and his unassuming quirks made him all the more charming.

He chuckled, and your heart stopped. Fuck, he had dimples too.

"I'm Eren."

You quickly remembered your name before making a fool of yourself. It took you a moment to realise who he was. You knew he was Jean's friend because of Sasha, but you'd be a fool if that was the only reason you recognized him. No, he was the devastatingly gorgeous heartbreaker on campus; a fuckboy, if you will. On the way to their classes, several girls on campus marveled over him, and you scoffed to yourself, wondering how someone could be that attractive.

Now you knew.

You raised the bottle to your lips, desperate to slake your nerves. Eren, on the other hand, was pretty mellow. He had a forthright disposition, and a daunting aura around him as he leant back in his chair. The way he handled himself exuded virility, but his voice was warm and melodious. It gave you whiplash.

You two chatted and drank for a time, and as the conversation progressed, you warmed up to him more. You eventually discovered that you both had Sasha as a mutual friend and smiled at the amusing anecdotes you had to share with each other.

You didn't even realize how engrossed in your own story you were until Eren planted a rough hand on your upper thigh. Your words died in your throat, but he kneaded your skin with pampering hands, his mesmerizing gaze coaxing you on. The tension was palpable.

You were almost lured in by the action. Yet, knowing who he is and where you were, he couldn't anticipate you to fall at his feet right away; you understood what he was doing, and he'd play right into your hands.

You rose up from your seat, drunkenly assertive, and slid in between his thighs. He had to crane his head to look at you, and you could swear you saw a blush dust his sun-kissed cheeks; so he can dish it out but not take any back.

You could work with this.

You gravitated towards him, capturing his chin with your deft fingers and relaxed your hand on his thigh instead of your alcoholic beverage. He was almost enraptured as your fingers traveled from his leg to your own, removing his hand from where it was situated. You patted his cheek twice as you laughed at his panicked expression.

"Not with me, pretty boy."

He flashed you a cute, loopy smile, beaming those dimples that made your heart skip a beat. "You think I'm pretty?"

It was in this moment of close proximity you could see his sharp canines, and you trembled. Everything about him was attractive to you.

All too soon, you drew away from him, declaring firmly that you were tired of this party. He could see it all over your face as well.

Eren stood up, and cocked his head toward the doors. "Wanna get out of here?"

You wanted to think his words had a literal meaning behind them, but that mischievous twinkle in his eyes warned you otherwise. Was it a terrible idea to become entangled with Eren? Probably. Do you give a damn? Not at all.

So you concurred. You took his hand in yours and guided him out of the party, resolving to go back to your place; you received some strange looks from certain people, but that should be expected with a man like Eren trailing you. You knew Sasha would crash with her friends, and Eren is too cute to pass up; however, just as you approached the entryway, another individual blocked your path.

Eren waved at him with three fingers raised. "Yo, Jean."

After shaking hands, the man smiled at the familiar face and bumped shoulders with Eren. The guy Sasha intended to introduce you to sized you up, and you shuddered beneath his scrutinizing gaze; he smirked at Eren after, earning him an eyeroll and playful punch to the arm on the way out.

You knew what the wink meant, and you offered Eren a knowing glance. The thought of what awaited you beyond that door enthralled you, and the walk to your car was quiet.

...

Eren climbed into the driver's seat with ease, relaxing with one hand on the wheel. He appeared impatient, wholly immersed in his thoughts.

He looked pretty when he was focused, too. Despite his lackadaisical appearance, he was endearingly cautious on the road.

Throughout the drive, you attempted to break the charged silence by talking about something insignificant, and Eren ultimately became engaged in the conversation.

"So how come we've never met before? You know, since we have mutual friends and all."

You whistled in acknowledgement. "I don't really do parties. I spend more time studying than I do going out."

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his derisive laugh almost embarrassed you. Almost.

"Y/N, you gotta live a little. Do you even smoke?"

Your voice died in your throat.

The way he snapped his head to look at you in bemusement, his thick brows shooting straight to his forehead, was almost comical. "You don't?"

He could have crashed, but he maintained his cool and kept the car steady. You flushed with shame when he laughed, and he pulled over somewhere secluded.

He ran his hand through his dark hair, and looked at you with that killer smile of his again. "Do you want to try it?"

You nodded, but there was one worry gnawing away at you. "What if it burns? I'll definitely cough."

He chuckled. "I can fix that for you."

...

You were all but scandalised when he delved into his pocket and pulled out rolling paper and weed before rolling the joint. It shouldn't have excited you so much, but when his tongue escaped to lick a stripe across the seal, you shifted in your seat. He noticed it as well, but said nothing.

Eren inhaled deeply after flicking his lighter at the end of the joint. You were transfixed as he breathed out the smoke and turned to face you. "Your turn."

He mimicked your earlier motions by holding your chin, but this time dragging his thumb along your lip. You obeyed an unspoken command to open your mouth. You were not prepared for what Eren did next.

He raised the joint to his lips and inhaled again, but this time instead of exhaling, he pressed against you. Your noses brushed up against each other, and one slight movement would have sealed his lush lips against yours. You couldn't bring yourself to move; Eren blew smoke into your mouth, and you inhaled it greedily, much easier than you expected.

You nearly coughed when your focus drifted to Eren. As he watched your mouth consume the smoke, his gaze had darkened significantly, and those charming eyes were now staring at you through his lashes. His eyes were dangerously green, and you had the impression that he could see right through you.

That electrical tension had returned. Eren grew animalistic and crossed the distance between you two the instant you exhaled the smoke against him. He pressed his lips to yours and moved fervently against you, cradling your neck in his hand, skillfully pushing you deeper into the kiss; your own lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment to sneak his tongue in, subduing you with his mouth. Throughout, you could feel his ravenous desperation, and smoking had only made you feel buoyant.

Eren drew back, biting your lip as he interrupted the kiss and shifted to take another hit. He puffed smoke in your face this time, and he thought it was adorable how your face screwed up in response. But it didn't dissuade you; instead, it enticed you much more. Still holding the joint, Eren turned the other end towards you so you could smoke from his hand and imitate his actions.

You do as instructed, inhaling slowly. It was an odd sensation. Your senses were strangely heightened, a wave of calm washing over you. You would feel much more at ease with Eren if it weren't for his overwhelming influence on you.

You exhaled the smoke into Eren's mouth, closing it with a kiss like he did. You felt proud when he smiled.

He pulled away. "You did good."

The praise did nothing to help your heart.

...

You both felt hazy long after your smoking session was over. Eren was the first to bring up something that you had completely forgotten about.

He laughed dumbly. "You know we can't drive to your place like this, right?"

You chuckled along with him, recognizing he was right. The original reason you got in the car with him was lost, and the revelation that dawned on your features must've hit him as well.

He suddenly appeared apprehensive, not about to do something to you under the influence. "We don't have to-"

You shushed him. "Wanna go get food instead?"

He gave you another of those brilliant smiles. "Sure."

Your midnight escapade could wait another time.

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